THE FLOOR IS BUZZING when I step from the elevator. My head twists sharply as I search every shadow, every corner, every face. Do they suspect I know? What if they are . . . crap, can you tell if someone is a demon just by looking at them? I curse Sam for not telling me anything more useful.
I have to make a new list of potential suspects and note down any odd behavior. Everyone is odd around here, i***t. Still, making a list might help calm me down. I’m trembling like I’ve drunk too much coffee, feeling hot and itchy and cold all at once.
“You came in? But you said—” I jump as Candy appears at my elbow. “Are you okay?”
I force a smile. “It turns out being by myself is worse, you know?”
She peers around as if searching for someone. Probably Bethany. I know she’s against gossiping in th
